It all started one fateful January 16. I was born.
When I was about 8 or 9 (give or take) I wanted to be a ballerina (I was a very bad one). At that particular moment in time, I wasn't doing great in school so my mom pulled me out of dance class. This opened up a hell of a lot of time for me to run around school doing nothing of substance while my mom tutored.
Mommy wasn't having it. So she put me in after school art class until she got out.
This is where Socorrito Diaz comes in. She was my first art teacher (or at least the first one I remember). I don't know what she saw, whether it was passion, or talent, or just a kid that liked being creative and had too much energy but she nurtured my creativity like a person carefully tending to her garden. When I was about 12 or 13, She took my mom aside and essentially told her I was getting away from her. I needed a new instructor so I could continue to grow.
That's when I ended up at the hands of Rafael Rivera Ortiz. He took one look at me and my mom and his words were "I dont teach children". We were both pretty terrified. When he asked me to show him some of my work, I reached into my pocket and handed him a crumpled piece of paper with some animals on it. It was enough for him to give me a shot.
I was with him until the age of 18 and since then, I have had a long line of teachers, mentors, friends and supporters that have shaped me into the artist I am today. Only time will tell what kind of artist ill be in the future.
Hello! This space is where my mental and verbal diarhea will come out. It may be art related, inspirational, or just random . But it will definitely give you an idea of how my head works!